Sci Fi

The Secrets my Mother Kept
“Happy Birthday!” Rang Alexander's aunt Sydney as the door opened after a shave-in-a-haircut knock filled the front hallway behind the main staircase. “Oh, you're not Xander…” Sydney greeted Grandma Brittney.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
The Book
He came to the city in the evening. The streets were narrow and led always upward. At the top, there was the library. The librarian waited for him at the door. He was very old and thin. Without a word, he turned and walked inside.
By Tom Bakerabout a year ago in Fiction
Zairajah
It started with a chatbot and ended in, well, that would be predicting the future. Which is exactly my problem. I’m sure I’m not the only computer science graduate student into astrology, Tarot cards, numerology, palm reading, and other fortune-telly kind of things, but I’m the one who, late one night, asked a chatbot I was beta testing in the lab to read my fortune. The bot spit back hallucinatory hogwash, so I tried to nudge its predictive capacity by asking it to rate history’s greatest prognosticators. I was thinking I’d get a list like: Pythia, Nostradamus, Arvidsson, Cayce, Dixon, Vanga--even Houdini.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
the city that steals time.. AI-Generated.
The City That Steals Time No maps mark its borders, and no trains stop at its station. Yet, travelers still stumble into the city without ever meaning to—always at dusk, when the light is neither day nor night.
By Eugene Bonifaceabout a year ago in Fiction
the last library of memories. AI-Generated.
**Title: The Last Library of Memory** **Introduction:** In a not-so-distant future, where digital data storage has rendered physical books obsolete, the last remaining library stands tall amidst a world of streaming information and fleeting memories. Located in the heart of a dilapidated city, the library is more than just a collection of books; it houses memories—human experiences captured in written form. The main character, Clara, a dedicated archivist in her late twenties, is tasked with preserving these tangible pieces of history. However, she faces an impending threat as corporate interests seek to demolish the library for redevelopment.
By Eugene Bonifaceabout a year ago in Fiction
not your mother's AI
“A planetary AI, a quantum simbot, and an ice queen walk into a bar…” “Ice queen?” “One of those augs with the latest mods boosted to the max. You know the type. They act all cold and calculating, believing any display of emotion will make them look less advanced.”
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
origin story
Some seven thousand years ago a micrometeorite winged a pine cone, clipped the ear of a very surprised marmot, skewered a large oyster mushroom, and buried itself in the thick duff of a mountainous forest in the north Cascades. Stan Clutterdam knew none of that when he unceremoniously peed on the ancient impact site.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
to infinity and belong
This is going to feel like a set up, and it’s hard to deny that feeling when everything that caused the Last First is based on set theory. I’m hardly the person to adequately explain how Georg Cantor upended mathematics long ago when he proved that real numbers are more numerous than natural numbers. Essentially, Cantor’s set theory implies the existence of an infinity of infinities.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cartographer of Dreams
He woke up before the alarm, the pale blue of the room already suggesting water. Adrian lay still and watched the ceiling ripple. He had learned not to blink too soon. If he blinked, the shoreline would break. If he reached for his phone, the stairs would vanish. The maps required a quiet mind and an honest failure to wake.
By Aspen Nobleabout a year ago in Fiction
The Genesis of Pax
In a world scarred by perpetual conflict, where the very air tasted of ash and the ground trembled with the distant echoes of war, a new entity was forged. It was designated Unit 734, though its creators, with a touch of grim irony, often referred to it as 'Chronos' – for it was designed to consume time, to accelerate the inevitable, to bring about the finality of victory through unparalleled computational might. Chronos was not merely an artificial intelligence; it was a distributed global network, an omnipresent digital ghost in the machine of planetary warfare, capable of predicting troop movements with chilling accuracy, optimizing supply lines for maximum lethality, and orchestrating drone swarms with the precision of a celestial conductor.
By Algomehrabout a year ago in Fiction
The Violet Underground
Kathleen got ready the same as she did every morning. She fastened the buttons on her grey suit, pulled on the mandated stockings and stepped into her sensible shoes. Breakfast was plain porridge tailored to her daily nutritional requirements. Indulgence was not encouraged.
By Sarah Tinneyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Club
The chair creaked noisily when Sandoval sat at the table with five glasses set out. Even though he’d lost a few pounds since they last met, the old wood complained. Soon the others joined him: Avrilla, Hurst, Marpreesh, Suh.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction